Note: Hello everyone! This will be my only chapter posted this week, so enjoy! To brony at war: You want William Wallace? I will look into it. I have sort of drifted away from Dimensional Travelers in general, but references and such are still in order. To all those speculating about Summer and the Inquisitors... keep it up! You guys are really close! Anyway, let's go!

Dimension: My Little Pony

Planet: Equestria Earth

Specific Location: The Frozen North, Stallion Empire

Time: Four days after Lyric found Summer

Summer gasped in horror. She was in that box of smooth stone. She had only closed her eyes for a moment to catch a wink of sleep. Had she really fallen asleep that fast? It seemed so, for now she was trapped once again in that hell of a dream.

It did not matter now, though, for she felt herself drift deeper into the dream. She truly was stuck again. Biting back a sob, Summer prepared to be bombarded with the horrible sensations of slaughter and death that would be upon her soon. She waited, and waited, and waited… but nothing came.

Then, suddenly, she felt a firm hand land on her solider. She gave a terrified squeak and leapt in the air.

"Woah there! Calm down little pony!" exclaimed a jovial and calm voice.

Summer swept her head side-to-side as if searching for the mysterious voice. "Who are you? What are you?"

"I am Doxia! And I am a Dimensional Lord, a good guy. Don't worry, you're safe for now," replied the voice, "Hey, seriously, don't worry! Just look at me and take a deep breath…"

"I… I can't…" mumbled Summer, now trying to back away. Sadly, her behind was already pressed firmly against the smooth wall of the box.

"What do you mean you… Oh… I see… You're blind."

The voice trailed off. Summer could hear the being pace around, tapping on the walls and muttering to himself. He was mumbling, "She's blind? But the Inquisition DNA information sequences root out disabilities… What does this pony hold that the sequences stopped and bonded with her? I don't even know who she is…"

"I… I'm Summer," said Summer, her voice no louder than a quiet squeak, "Why are you here?"

"I'll explain that in a moment, Summer," replied Doxia. His voice still was full of kindness and gentleness, but now it sounded as if he was rather distracted. He went back to muttering, "I cannot see anything past four days ago. Ah, she has amnesia. She doesn't recognize any of her surroundings, so I cannot locate her either. If I can't find her, I will be unable to find any DNA matches… I really do not know who she is now…"

"I just said I was Summer," interjected Summer in hushed tones, still quiet terrified for her life, "I think I'm in the Stallion Empire. At least… I think I am… I'm in the north. Why are you here, again?"

Doxia stopped mumbling. Then he sighed. "You're right. I should explain. I can sense that you have been through so much already, and that warrants you a full explanation of what is going on in the very least."

Summer cocked her head to one side. What did he mean by that? Then she felt him approach. She shrunk up against the wall, but there was nowhere to go. She stiffened when he gently touched her, but the moment he started stroking her mane, she melted like butter. She seized him in a hug and pressed her muzzle into his armored chest. Though she could not tell who he was or where she really was anymore in this landscape of the mind, his voice resonated a beautiful love that made her feel extraordinarily safe.

"Don't worry, in this dreamscape, you are safe," murmured Doxia, gently brushing her mane with his fingertips, "I am truly sorry for what you are experiencing even now, but there is nothing I can do for you in reality as of yet. However, as you have been asking, I am here to tell you something."

"What is it?" asked Summer, her voice muffled by Doxia's armor. She was like putty in his hands.

"Well… heh… It's the strangest thing, the reason you are having those dreams of fighting those horrendous monsters is that you are part of a special team of multidimensional warriors."

"What?" breathed Summer, "But I don't know anything about fighting…"

"I know you don't, but, buried deep down, you have memory sequences containing all the information pertaining to incredible skills that you could never dream of wielding. However, due to your amnesia from that plane crash, your mind has locked down those memories with amazing strength. I don't think you will ever be able to recover all of said memories without my help. Will you consent to me digging through your mind a bit to help you start the recovery process? Imagine, being able to take down whole groups of Trixie's Hoof terrorists with ease…"

Summer thought about the offer for a moment, then she asked, "What would happen if I recovered all of those memories? Would I then go to join this special team that you say I am a part of? What would happen to Lyric?"

"Yes, you would be joining the team, but it would be only for the good of the multiverse."

"And… and Lyric?"

"You're friend? He would be safe. We can take him out of that frozen hell you two are trapped in, and all will be well."

"B-but… w-w-we wouldn't be together anymore."

"Sadly, no."

Summer let go of Doxia and shook her head. "No. I can't leave Lyric."

Doxia sighed deep and long. Then he said, "But that appears to be a little selfish, don't you think? I will be offering him all the comforts this dimension can offer, only if you will come with me. There is a great evil that needs to be fought, and only this special team that you a part of can do that."

Summer shook her head again, this time more vigorously, "No. I'm sorry. Lyric needs me. And… and I need Lyric."

She thought that Doxia would now be angry, but, instead, he chuckled. "You know what? You're right. What is a life of luxury and fame if your special somepony is not with you?"

Summer felt her cheeks beginning to turn red slightly. "What? Special somepony? N-no! We're just friends."

Doxia chucked again, and he patted her lightly on the head. "Yeah. You keep thinking that. Okay. I will consider your response… for now. We desperately need what you have stored within your memories, but we have no right to force them from you. I will be back to ask you again, though. Until then, I will see what I can do about your nightmares."

Summer began to slowly drift into wakefulness. As she felt the cold rush of consciousness drowning out the dreamscape like rushing from the bottom of a lake to break the surface, she heard Doxia sigh, "Okay. Rerenhaw will not be happy. But now the real question is… where the heck is the third John 3 Inquisitor?"

Summer's eyes snapped open. She shot up to shout for Lyric, but suddenly she felt a hoof clamp firmly over her mouth.

Sightless eyes wide, she gasped, but then calmed down when she heard Lyric's voice.

"Not so loud… There is a Trixie's Hoof armored vehicle driving overhead…"

As Summer began to take deep breaths to calm herself down, she remember the events of the night before. They had run through the forest the entire day, not stopping to rest or eat. However, after running till sunset, Summer finally collapsed from exhaustion.

Lyric was originally very stressed out from her lack of stamina, but eventually he calmed down, stating that they had better rest anyway. After a bit of searching, Summer found a haven in the form of a small hollow in a rock ledge. She and Lyric simply crawled into it and fell into an uncomfortable sleep without lighting a fire. However, despite the fact that it was uncomfortable, and though she would never admit it, Summer actually felt safe and calm with Lyric so close by. He even let her use his back as a pillow as they slept.

But now the sun was rising once more, and it was a new day. A new day for dangers and close-calls, that is. Already there were in danger of being discovered as an armored vehicle rumbled past them on an overhead trail. Roots, small stones, and earth was knocked loose as the thing drove by above their heads.

Summer bit her bottom lip as the rumbling began to fade. Then she let out a long sigh.

"Hey, Summer, how was your sleep?" asked Lyric, his voice full of relief.

Summer rubbed a crick in her neck as she mumbled, "It was fine."

"I'll say it way," said Lyric, "You didn't cry out last night! I am so glad you got past that one nightmare."

Summer pulled a face. "I don't know. Something tells me this was a one-time thing."

Lyric snorted. "I sure hope not. It was like dealing with a newborn foal, having to consistently wake up at two in the morning, if you know what I mean,"

"I'm sure I don't," replied Summer, now a little annoyed, "Are you implying that I'm a newborn foal?"

"What? No!" exclaimed Lyric, now trying to take back what he said in his usual bumbling manner, "I was just saying… Wait, no, that's not it… What I meant to say is…"

Summer gently took one of his hoofs and squeezed it. "It's okay. I'll let that blow over. But look, I'm not useless! I can easily do anything you do!"

There was a pause. Finally Lyric said, "Yeah. Okay. Do you want to get out of this confined space now or what?"

Summer glanced sharply in the direction of Lyric's voice. Had she detected a hint of doubt in his voice? After a moment of contemplation, she supposed that that was really the last thing she should be worrying about right now. She gave him a small nod and then turned to squeeze through the narrow opening that led from the hollow in the rock to the cold, harsh outside world.

Unfortunately, despite not having eaten anything the previous day, Summer's hips got stuck in the jagged mouth of the opening.

Summer could not help but snort in frustration, flicking her tail back and forth in anger while her sightless eyes darted about. "Really? Is this really how it's going to go?" she snapped at the rock face. She was stuck with half of her inside, and half of her outside.

Even though he was now trapped inside the small rock cave, Lyric found the situation rather amusing. He grinned and joked, "Hey, for all you know, the rocks could be doing this in an attempt to compliment you on your hourglass body!"

Summer thwacked Lyric across the face with her tail. It was not hard enough to sting, but is was certainly enough to make him gasp, jerk backwards, and hit his head on the roof of the small cave. "You say that one more time and I'm coming back in there! And if I do that, you'll be sorry!" exclaimed Summer sourly.

Lyric still grinned as he rubbed the back of his head ruefully with a hoof. "Hey, I've got to keep the situation light somehow! Look, I'm sorry, I won't make any more inappropriate comments. Do I have permission to try to shove you out from this end?"

"No," replied Summer curtly, "I have this completely under control."

The next minute consisted of Summer scrabbling for a hoof-hold in the rocks before her. Unfortunately for her, the attempt was to no avail. Finally she gave up. There was a pause…

"Okay fine."

Lyric straightened up the best he could in the confined space that he was in and then put his back to Summer's rump. With a mighty shove, he pushed her out. There was a veritable "pop" as she shot out like a cork from a bottle. Summer slid a couple of meters forward before coming to a stop in the cold snow. She rolled onto her back. Belly up, she lay there, panting.

"That was such a wonderful experience. Now I can cross 'getting aimlessly stuck in a small hole' off my bucket list," she mumbled, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

While she said that, Lyric managed to twist his own body through without too much trouble. "That was most certainly a detour," he sighed, "But, then again, we probably would have been frozen solid by now if you had not found this place. How in the world could you hear echoing water droplets from a small, hidden cave in the middle of a forest?"

Summer slowly got on all fours as she said, "It's a gift. But I do believe we should be on our way. Do you know where to go now?"

Lyric rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with his fore hooves. Then he peered up at the sky. Though it was very faint, he could just pick out the pinprick of light in the early-morning sky that was the morning star. "Yep. I know where we are going."

Summer smiled. Then she held out a hoof. "Right. Lead on!"

And so the two began to descend down the rocky slopes back into the snow-laden forest below. As they continued to trot through the clean snow, Lyric cast a glance over his shoulder. His eyes deepened with sadness as he saw that the blood red sky still silhouetted the smoke from the small destroyed town in the distance. The thick billows continued to mark their starting point like an ominous, depressing, marker.

"Don't look back," Summer suddenly said, "It will only make it more difficult to go forward."

Lyric glanced over at Summer in surprise, but did not say anything. He turned to look ahead again. There was a dozen or so minutes of silence before he began to talk. Without any prompting, he began to describe their surroundings.

"This forest is a whole lot cleaner than the one after the town," commented Lyric, "White snow covers everything like a blanket, and the trees stretch off in all directions with the exception of the rocky slopes behind us. In front of us, there is nothing but green pines and small green shrubs. White, brown, and green are the only colors visible."

Summer's blank eyes shifted around as if she was drinking in the sights while he talked. "I don't hear anything… That is good. That means there is no one following us just yet. Um… Lyric? When will we be able to stop? I'm hungry."

Lyric bobbed his head. "Of course! I had almost forgot about that!" The moment he said that, sharp pangs of hunger ripped through his stomach. In the excitement of the chase and the apprehension signature of hiding, he had forgotten all about his hunger. However, now that they were free of the impending shadow of death for the moment, things like hunger came back painfully as the top priority.

Lyric sat down and Summer joined him. Quickly Lyric slung off his pack and checked inside of it. Despite the fact that the town and the surrounding areas had been decimated, he had managed to grab some unspoiled supplies. They had enough to last a couple of days, which was a good thing to say the least.

Pulling out a couple of celery stalks, he handed one to Summer and began to munch on the other. The two lapsed into silence as they enjoyed the only meal they probably would have for that day. In a couple of minutes they had finished with the stalks, and Lyric got up. "Do you feel better?"

Summer placed her back again a nearby tree and rubbed her stomach. "I don't know. I've gone numb everywhere, so I cannot really tell."

Lyric's face went dead-straight. He rushed over to where Summer sat and began to vigorously rub her back hoofs.

Summer tried to yank her appendages away, exclaiming, "What are you doing?"

Lyric firmly seized on of her hoofs again and said, "Start rubbing your hoofs. We need to get your blood circulation going."

Summer pulled a face. "Oh. Yeah, I forgot about the cold. I hope I'll be okay."

"You'll be fine if you stop squirming," snorted Lyric still rubbing her hoofs.

"I'm not a baby," snapped Summer, "I'll be fine. What about you? Aren't you in any danger of freezing or something?"

"I always ensure that I get my blood running every day," replied Lyric briskly, "That's a habit we need to get you into."

"I'll be fine, Lyric, I was not born yesterday," said Summer, squirming again. However, Lyric was fairly sure she was not facing any risk of frostbite anymore, so he straightened up.

"Very well, Summer," he said, "But you cannot blame me for worrying. I'm the experienced one here, you just got here four days ago."

"That still does not mean I was born yesterday," replied Summer crossly, "I can hold my own when it comes to mountain survival."

Though Lyric usually would have backed down by now, hunger and cold had made him short of temper, so instead of apologizing he snapped, "I very much doubt that."

Summer tossed her mane and she said, curtly, "Watch me."

Concentrating, Summer stood stalk still and listened to her surroundings, letting her other senses make up for her lack of vision. In a minute, she started talking.

"We've been heading south-east as opposed to south, and we might want to fix that. Additionally there is a north wind blowing, so we will want to steer clear of the southern slopes adjacent to this forest just in case of avalanches. There are wolves hunting a while away, but they are too far to be bothered about us, and… and…"

Summer suddenly cocked her head to one side. Then she turned to Lyric, her face showing signs of worry. "Um… Lyric? We're supposed to be following the morning star… right?"

Lyric, who had originally been thinking up a plethora of witty comebacks, dropped his attitude and looked worriedly at Summer, who was obviously showing signs of apprehension. "Yes, that is what that old pony told us. What? Is there an ambuscade or something awaiting us?"

Summer shook her head. "No, but this could be just as bad. In about a kilometer… we're going to run into a massive gorge. A very large one from the echoing I can hear. It is blocking our path."

Lyric's voice caught in his throat. A gorge? He didn't remember ever coming across a gorge in this area. It didn't matter now, Summer had detected one, and he trusted her. But now they were being faced with a very big obstacle that they would have to hurdle promptly. They could not simply go back, for Frozen Heart had already nearly killed them seven or eight times now, and they could not afford to give him another chance by trotting straight into his hoofs.

Lyric sighed deep and long. "Okay. Hey, look, I'm sorry for arguing with you."

Summer scratched the back of her mane. "It's okay. I… I forgive you. And I'm sorry for being so short with you. I guess I feel so helpless that I get angry when others notice."

Lyric gently patted her shoulder. "You're not helpless. You know our surroundings even better than I do sometimes! I mean, after all, you found this gorge. Now, let's go check it out."

Summer smiled a shy smile and held out a hoof. Lyric took it, and they trotted after the morning star. Just as Summer predicted, there was a massive gorge that split the forest in two. It was at least a score of meters apart, and at least a hundred meters deep, with nasty looking rocks at the bottom. Just like the colossal forest, this giant gorge stretched indefinitely in each direction.

Lyric sighed again. "Well, now we're going to have to find a way around this. Any ideas?"

Summer opened her mouth, and then shut it tight as her eyes widened in horror. Quickly she groped for Lyric's shoulder and leaned in close.

"I hear voices! Pony voices!" she whispered frantically, "We have to hide!"

Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this! I really, really, really enjoy writing about Summer and Lyric. As I said earlier, this is the only chapter this week. Now, give me reviews! You give me reviews (A.K.A. FEEDBACK), I will give you a plethora of fireworks! Courtesy of broniesb4hoenies. It may be past the fourth of July, but it is NEVER too late to set off colorful explosives!